Indy was most definitely uncomfortable with the setting now. Having known Dan for a decent while now, asking what his father did had always been hush hush. But now it was all out and spilled in the open. This is so weird. She just said it outloud for everyone to hear... Finding out that Dan's father was part of Team Rocket, an old and disbanded gang of thieves, had certainly not been what he imagined. Not able to think of anything to say or do, however, he nodded, and said, "right, right, gotcha." He opted to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the meal, hoping it would end soon. Even training was better than this.
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After seeing a successful fire off of a magenta and indigo colored beam, Valen knew Qwerty had succeeded in learning a new move. “Nice, Qwerty!” Qwerty chittered back happily in response, tired, but feeling very accomplished.
When they were interrupted by the strange woman who Valen came to learn was an esteemed professor, he listened intently about Qwerty’s origins and subsequent future. Evolve, Valen thought, nerves and excitement bubbling up inside him. Qwerty, too, was both mystified and eager to know more.
“Wait,” Valen said, taking a ginger step forward and swallowing nervously. “I just wanted to know—what’s the best way I can train Qwerty? It’s just—I’m a new trainer and I don’t know a whole lot about pokemon. And, you see, Qwerty wants to go to space one day. Do you think it’d ever be possible? Sorry if these are dumb questions…”
After the conversation with the professor, Valen took it upon himself to go to the pokemon center. Qwerty needed some healing up, though the center was barely a ten minute walk from the school. Afterwards, it was off to the trainer school again. with plenty of time to spare until their big job tonight, he figured that he still needed to do research on pokemon around the area and anything else he could do to prepare Qwerty. Perhaps Qwerty had become stronger, yes, but some additional training wouldn’t hurt. The sun was still high in the sky and having been given a decent pay, he needed to make sure they wouldn’t disappoint their client.
Heading off to the library, Valen familiarized himself with Pureplain City and the various pokemon that were common to the area. While it was a wealth of information, it still didn’t help him narrow down which pokemon were messing with the man’s breaker box. After all, any pokemon could have the proclivity to be mischievous. Still, it helped him learn about where certain pokemon were.
Next, he looked up water pokemon. While he wasn’t entirely sure about what other pokemon he specifically needed, a reliable water type pokemon seemed to be a good place to start. They could ferry across the water and they’d be protection from fire type pokemon too. Valen shivered— gripping the pale scar tissue that slunk around his wrist and traveled up his arm. When he was younger, he’d been burned by a sparkler during a festival in Canalave City. Though he’d handled sparklers often enough before then, that time for some reason, oxygen had just perfectly and unfortunately united with the small spark of a flame, turning into a burning, searing blaze that had left him with third degree burn injuries.
Most people would go through at least one serious injury in their life if they ever experience life. Injuries and unfortunate events were apart of life for people, pokemon too. They typically recovered just fine and it was life experience that usually ended up making a person more well rounded. And though Valen felt perfectly fine and didn’t think about the incident at all (if anything, it was at least an interesting story to tell), he couldn’t shake the fear of fire. Most people could handle lighters or matches while he couldn’t. And forget about fire pokemon, he thought. Any thoughts of having a fire type pokemon, the idea of handling fire, or being near a creature that had control over fire, was terrifying.
Mudkip, Staryu, Psyduck, and Tentacool looked like interesting pokemon, Valen thought, as he clicked around on a website. Now where could I find them…? Ground types seemed safe too. Valen dug around, reading articles and sifting through fakemon to figure out which pokemon were real. Online resources were reliable, but also clouded in not so trustworthy information. Still, he learned about something called a ‘Trapinch’ and some other species like and Sandshrew. Hmm, wonder where I can get these pokemon…
Professor Kalmia had mentioned having a well rounded team, or something like that. She’d even encouraged him to get a fire type. She had said Growlithe, Vulpix, and Torchic were wonderful fire type pokemon. I mean… If anything, I want to avoid them though. Maybe I’m better off knowing where they are so I don’t run into them? Man, I’ve already read so much!
The final pokemon type he found himself reading about was the ghost type. They were intriguing for sure, and quite creepy. Valen wasn’t sure if he liked them. Still, he found himself actually wanting to see a Ghastly up close. It looked so goofy, even Qwerty started snorting when she saw the supposedly scary gas pokemon. The Honedge family was another bizarre but curious set of pokemon.
Having spent a solid chunk time on reading about different pokemon and some of the ones that could possibly help him on his journey, Valen looked to Qwerty—who was nowhere to be found. “Qwerty?” He asked, looking about, confusion creeping in.
Some static crackled, drawing Valen’s attention to the computer next to him. His eyes widened as he saw the power button glow and dim rapidly. Before he knew it, a beam similar to that of a pokeball releasing its contents shot out, and Qwerty materialized, giggling. Had she gone into cyberspace just to hide and surprise him?
“Qwerty!” Valen couldn’t help but try to scold the Porygon. “You can’t just— go into cyberspace whenever you want! These computers aren’t ours,” Valen cautioned Qwerty. The Porygon seemed to pout but he remained firm. “I wouldn’t go inside a house that wasn’t mine, unless I was allowed to, Qwerty. The same thing goes for you, alright?” Qwerty, though miffed, nodded. Logically it made sense even if she didn’t want to admit it.
"Tell you what-- you can go inside my pokedex or something if you want," Valen offered. "How's that?" Qwerty responded with a cheerful chirp. She had never been in a pokedex before! Much more interesting than a boring, school PC.
“I'm glad you're cool with it, then. Well, I think I’ve just about crammed my head full of too much for today,” Valen said, stretching. “I could use a walk or something. Do you mind if we train some more? We don’t know who your opponents are gonna be, y’know. We need to be as prepared as possible. I think your Psybeam attack can hit most of the Pokemon in this area, but we just really need to make sure we can handle whatever comes our way.”
Qwerty’s expression shifted, a determined gleam lighting her eyes. More training sounded like fun, and indeed she needed to be prepared for whatever the real world threw her way. Nodding, she let out a, "kre!"
"Back to the playground I guess," Valen said standing up. "I guess I don't feel as nervous asking for someone to train with."
Soon, they found themselves back on the school courtyard, training with some other trainers and their Pokemon. There was much experience to be gained, after all.
it was fine and im so sorry for taking forever lol. i'll have a post up by tonighT!
"Hey Mr.Chris," Indigo replied to Daniel's father's booming introduction and jovial laugh. "I've been alright!" He wasn't as close to Chris Gareth as he was with Daniel's mother, and as such, had a different moniker for him. That was made evident enough as Dan's father made some weird and inappropriate joke, if anyone could call it that.
Indigo cringed. They were certainly uncomfortable remarks. What kind of dad does that? He grimaced, feeling the secondhand embarassment. Maybe I can change the conversation? "Uhhhmmm, hey so, my first pokemon was a Torchic! You guys wanna see her? I've got a Vivillion, too. Celia you mentioned you had a Butterfree..?" Anything, Indigo thought, so that Daniel wouldn't need to be subjected to such outlandish, insulting mannerisms.
Indigo cringed. They were certainly uncomfortable remarks. What kind of dad does that? He grimaced, feeling the secondhand embarassment. Maybe I can change the conversation? "Uhhhmmm, hey so, my first pokemon was a Torchic! You guys wanna see her? I've got a Vivillion, too. Celia you mentioned you had a Butterfree..?" Anything, Indigo thought, so that Daniel wouldn't need to be subjected to such outlandish, insulting mannerisms.
Valen was left feeling somewhat befuddled after the exchange with the old-fashioned dressed gentleman. He hadn’t offered a whole lot of explanation, and though Valen wanted to ask more questions, he figured night time would be better. After all, that was when the pokemon would appear. The client hadn’t mentioned what pokemon would appear, however, and that left Valen feeling uneasy.
Then again, the man had mentioned he was with the trainer’s school. Why would he give out a difficult task? The job in question had mentioned that even beginning trainers were qualified to help. But what constituted a beginning trainer, exactly? Six months of experience? Three months?
He would probably specify if something was really wrong… Valen thought. Looking at Qwerty, he saw the Porygon was brimming with excitement. Clearly she felt the opposite about the whole situation. To Qwerty, it was an opportunity to be grabbed. He wasn’t sure if he had the heart to tell her he was having second thoughts for the second time. Not to mention, the man had already given him the money. And to knock on the door only to tell the man he couldn’t do the job? That was embarrassing.
So what could they do? Valen felt ill-prepared and he knew in order to actually do his intended job, not to mention beat down this general feeling of anxiety, he needed to get ready.
What did trainers do to prepare? Train, he realized, both nervousness and excitement fluttering in his chest. He’d never trained a pokemon before. Checking Qwerty’s moves on his pokedex, he noted that while his pokemon had some interesting options for defense, her attacks didn’t seem as powerful. Tackle was a basic move, and it wasn’t shabby, but what if the target pokemon could resist Qwerty’s tackle? What pokemon resist Tackle? he wondered. Wait… I’m the trainer now. I should know that. Maybe I need to do some more research. Like, he said he was with the trainer’s school. He’s giving me until night time. Maybe he expects me to prepare? It made sense, after all, that a teacher would want a student to study and apply what they learned.
“Qwerty, since we’ve got some time, want to head to the trainer’s school? Maybe we can find some information or something. And maybe you can train there, to prepare for tonight, you know?”
“Kre!” A school. The Porygon was beyond thrilled.
After they arrived to the school, Valen took note of his surroundings. There was apparently an Elite Four in the school, a myriad of trainers to battle against, and even a happy little patch of grass where pokemon could be found. There were so many different things to do, and Qwerty zipping around the halls wasn’t helping with narrowing down the scope.
“Qwerty! Come on, you’re in a school. You’re not supposed to rush through the hallways,” Valen said, trying to hide his giggling, so as not to encourage the Porygon with her antics even more. “Alright, alright, lemme push this door open…” As they reached the end of a hallway, Valen opened the door, sunlight splashing cheerfully on his face. “Well, hey, we’re in the courtyard now. Maybe we can find someone to, like, spar or whatever it’s called with.” Qwerty nodded, studying the area before them with great interest. It was a decently sized playground with a plethora of pokemon and people partaking in all sorts of recreation. There were quite a few large structures that she did not understand the purpose of at all. What was the steel construction that looked like a ladder placed sideways? What was the contraption that was built of steel pipes and dome shaped? They were monkey bars and climbing domes, respectively, but Qwerty had no idea, of course.
They were interrupted by a, “A Porygon? That’s cool, it’s supposed to be a Virtual pokemon, right?” Valen and Qwerty both spun around to see a, thankfully, friendly faced boy talking to them.
“Oh, yeah, uh, her name’s Qwerty. I just, actually, uh, got her,” Valen replied, trying to sound confident but feeling anything but. Talking to people was nerve-wracking, no matter how gregarious they seemed.
“Well what’s your name?” The boy inquired, not seeming to care. “Mine’s Rex.” He stuck out his hand and Valen, not wanting to be rude, shook it.
“Valen. I’m Valen. And I’m actually a really new trainer. I mean, I just got my pokemon a little over an hour ago,” Valen admitted. “I-It’s nice to meet you, Rex.”
“Wow, you’re a total noob!” Rex laughed. “It’s okay. I’ve only been a trainer for a few weeks. We all start somewhere, right?”
“Yeah,” Valen replied, chuckling, feeling ever so slightly more relaxed. “Yeah, guess you’re right.”
“So, Valen, what brings ya to the trainer’s school, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well, I guess I wanted to check it out and kind of train I guess. I thought there’d be a lot of trainers here. I don’t really know anybody though…”
“Well why don’t your pokemon and mine train for a bit? I’ve never fought a Virtual pokemon before,” Rex said, grinning. At Valen’s immediate switch to an anxious facial expression he held up his hands. “I don’t mean an official battle or nothin’. Just training! I could you show you some battling tips n’ stuff, and your Porygon could probably learn some from my pokemon. I just meant it’d be a good experience! For your pokemon and mine, ya know?”
“Oh, uhhh,” Valen paused, flipping through yes and no. “Qwerty?”
Qwerty flipped in mid air, practically honking. She was ready to train. He took a deep breath. It was going to be fine. He had to be able to do things like this, for himself and Qwerty and whatever other pokemon he'd be taking care of.
“Well, it’s a good idea and we came here to do that anyways, so I can't say no. Ha, just, uh, don’t make fun of me okay. I’m really, really new to this stuff,” Valen laughed sheepishly, rubbing his shoulder.
“No worries! You guys’ll be fine!” At Rex’s call, his pokemon’s forms coalesced outside their pokeballs—there was a Poliwag and a Butterfree. “Why don’t you try practicing on my guys first and then we can try and work on your dodging?”
“Sounds good,” Valen replied, trying to calm himself. It was just training! You can do this. Let’s start, come on! “Qwerty, let’s try a Sharpen and then a Tackle!”
“That Porygon’s a newbie but those angles are getting sharper. Look alive, guys!”
The training commenced.
Awesome!!!! Im sorry i havent posted yet. Its the end of the semester. Im not going anywhere tho, things may just be about a post every day or every two days for a bit. Soon as december starts i can start posting a ton more!
@TheForgottenArc hope you don't mind me controlling cynthia and celia a little! just thought it would help. i can take those parts out if need be!
"Oh, it took about 3 days of nagging him, but I finally got him to get you something," Indigo replied nonchalantly before punching Dan on the shoulder playfully. "Nah, just kidding. He's the one who gave me the idea for once." Indigo retrieved the delicate, fragrant freesia blossoms from the table. "They're good for the windowsill and they smell pretty amazing." The sweet, sharp scent of the bell-shaped blooms wafted into their senses.
"Indy, how sweet," Cynthia replied, smiling. "They're lovely."
"Butterfree and I will make sure they stay healthy," Celia chimed in. "Not too bad, Indy."
But Cynthia, of course, was probably most eager for her son's present, Indigo thought. And this reminded him of his own parents. He was in town, was he supposed to visit them? Is it bad if I don't want to? After they found out about me just using their money to vacation all day for two months... I haven't scrounged up nearly enough to pay them back. I feel a little guilty, but, I think I'm just not gonna mention I'm in town. It's just gonna be weird. Content to live in the moment and not worry, Indigo focused on the fragile but resilient family before him.
"Indy, how sweet," Cynthia replied, smiling. "They're lovely."
"Butterfree and I will make sure they stay healthy," Celia chimed in. "Not too bad, Indy."
But Cynthia, of course, was probably most eager for her son's present, Indigo thought. And this reminded him of his own parents. He was in town, was he supposed to visit them? Is it bad if I don't want to? After they found out about me just using their money to vacation all day for two months... I haven't scrounged up nearly enough to pay them back. I feel a little guilty, but, I think I'm just not gonna mention I'm in town. It's just gonna be weird. Content to live in the moment and not worry, Indigo focused on the fragile but resilient family before him.
@TheForgottenArc it's all good! Ill try and get a post up tonight!
balth, i have to say, i really admire the region you've come up with. it feels very much like an actual pokemon region. i am itching to explore those locations!
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